Sang Ying moved her fingers, and there was a wet mud under her hands. The sticky and strange touch made her resist.

The rotten smell used from all directions penetrated her nose, making her breathless for several times. Sang Ying frowned, tried hard to mobilize the spiritual power in her body, and silently recited the dust removal technique.

The consciousness was gradually recovering, and all the senses in the body were slowly awakening. Sang Ying felt that her whole body was incredibly painful, as if every inch of her bone had been interrupted and reorganized.

Her eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead. She struggled to wake up, but she had no choice.

Sang Ying could only continue to lie on the ground, feeling the insects that crawled over her hands and head from time to time, and also the feeling of these insects trying to eat her.

I don’t know how long it took, the insects who could not bite the monk’s flesh left helplessly, which also made Sang Ying return to peace. She seemed to have slowly recovered her strength and finally tried to open her eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Sang Ying met a pair of blood-red eyes. A crow stared at her with a black beak. Curiosity flashed in her beige eyes, as if she was observing the person who should have died in front of her.

Sang Ying took a deep breath and supported her weak body with both arms.

Her movements did not alarm the crow, but alarmed the other birds beside her pecking the corpse. They flew to the dead tree next to them with their wings, as if they were quite frightened.

Sang Ying ignored the birds. She looked around and searched the corpses all over the ground with her spiritual sense. She confirmed that these people had been dead for many days before she finally realized that she had fallen to the mass grave.

No wonder it smelled so bad before.

This place where I don't know the name has a gray sky. Even at night, I can't see any stars, and the shadow of the moon is even less visible.

Sang Ying sat in the spot for a while, and had more strength on her body before she began to try to twitch the spiritual energy here.

Unlike the three small worlds she once lived in, the spiritual energy here is very mixed. Not only is the spiritual energy of each attribute mixed together, but there is also a scent of gray.

Sang Ying could only carefully peel off the gray thing out to barely absorb the remaining spiritual energy.

"It seems that this is not a good place!" she sighed softly.

The spiritual energy is obviously so rich, but it is not convenient to absorb because of the many impurities. These monks originally practiced and absorbed and deposited spiritual energy, but now it has become a problem. People here may not be able to follow the legitimate path of cultivation.

As Sang Ying lowered her head and thought, the beautiful crow with red eyes and black feathers was looking at her curiously. This crow was probably the boss of the bird flock here. It was quite brave and had a vague attitude of practicing.

Seeing that the boss was still standing next to the weird man without being beaten, the other birds quickly felt relieved and rushed back to the mass grave to continue their big meal.

Seeing this, Sang Ying didn't care much about it. She quickly accumulated strength and staggered to stand up from the mass grave.

This mass grave is located in a desolate back mountain. There are dead trees around it, and there is a high cliff in front of you. Sang Ying exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air before moving her body to walk outside the mountain of corpses.

She did not forget to look at the corpses everywhere. After realizing that there was still yin energy in the wounds on these people, Sang Ying confirmed that this was probably the legendary Hidden Underworld.

There are five worlds in the world of cultivation: Lilan, Xianling, Xuanwu, Yunsang and Zangming.

The first four are all taking the orthodox path of immortal cultivation. Regardless of whether the spiritual energy is sufficient or not, the monks there are also clean and bright.

But the final hiding and darkness are very different.

Because of the complex spiritual energy in this world, monks cannot absorb it normally. The strange gray aura even mixed into the clouds and blocked the sun.

Therefore, the entire Tibetan and Netherworld is wrapped in a gray sky, and the sun is not seen for many years, and there is no clean spiritual energy to enjoy. The Tibetan and Netherworld embarked on an extreme path of cultivation, turning from the path of life to the path of death.

The most famous thing in this world is the way to refine corpses and raise corpses. In addition, the Five Poisons and Gu techniques also occupy a place.

In her early years, Sang Ying also wanted to come here to travel after hearing about the peculiar customs here, but she did not expect that she would be so unexpected.

When Jiang Zhuoxue pushed into the "door", he clearly begged to find him who had passed.

But Sang Ying also vaguely guessed that this was probably the former hidden world, but Sang Ying didn't know how many years he sent himself back.

He walked out of the mass grave with deep feet and shallow feet. Sang Ying rubbed her sore temples and continued to explore her spiritual sense.

She has not found a better way to absorb spiritual energy yet, and it is not convenient to peel off impurities from spiritual energy. What's more, she has a high cultivation level and needs a lot of spiritual energy. If she abuses it at will, she may end up lacking spiritual energy in her body and will cause trouble for herself.

In a strange world, Sang Ying really dared not act rashly.

Behind him was a sound of air flapping his wings. Sang Ying turned her head vigilantly, but saw the crows in the previous mass grave chased her in a daze.

The crow was very rude. Seeing that Sang Ying seemed to stop and wait for it, she crashed into her arms, completely ignoring whether she was doing it. Will Sang Ying mind?

Fortunately, it has been practiced. Although it lives in a mass grave, it does not smell much. The feathers are smooth and beautiful, and they look better than pets carefully raised by others.

Sang Ying tried to shake it off, but the bird was very stubborn and held Sang Ying's clothes tightly, and refused to come down at all.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, but in the end, Sang Ying compromised first.

The female cultivator walked in the dead woods, and there was a black crow on her shoulders.

With the spiritual sense of the late Jindan period, Sang Ying quickly discovered the most convenient way down the mountain. One person and one crow passed over the strangely shaped dead trees and walked towards the bustling town below.

As for those birds who lost their boss, they were only sad for a moment and soon became involved in the endless cause of eating.

People in every small world have their own way of life. Even in the Hidden Underworld, which never sees the light of heaven, there are numerous indigenous peoples.

Most of them wore gray robes, not knowing whether to show their unique identity or like this monotonous color.

In the gray-black area, Sang Ying's blue clothes were the brightest color. People on both sides of the street looked over unconsciously, but after seeing the crow on her shoulder, they silently withdrew their gaze.

Sang Ying realized it later that it seemed that it was this crow, which made her seem less out of place.

He found a stall casually, and Sang Ying asked for the price and bought a bottle of pills.

After seeing the stall owner's attitude towards her eased a lot, Sang Ying took the opportunity to ask: "Please ask fellow Taoist something, I came here from the outside world. I wonder how to use this method to record the year and month?"

The stall owner glanced at her clothes and the crow on her shoulder, and the face under the hood also had a smile: "Suddenly, there are other small worlds that are coming to us. But don't be afraid, we are not as scary as it is rumored outside, and you dare to raise crows, so you probably don't care about those rumors, right?"

Sang Ying turned her head and met the crow's little eyes. The other party tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what Sang Ying was looking at.

"Although we don't have much contact with other small worlds here, we still use the same chronological method. Now, isn't it Tianyu's three hundred years of practice?"

The stall owner's words hit Sang Ying's head like a heavy hammer, and the words "Tianyu's three hundred years of perfection" kept echoing in her mind.

The three hundred years of Tianyu turned out to be the three hundred years of Tianyu!

Ten thousand years have passed since the time when she came here!

So, is this Jiang Zhuoxue’s original suffering place?

Chapter completed!